Summer SerenityDappled shadows Play In the deserted park Oak trees Standing in silence Waiting.... Fleshy green leaves Drooping In the molten sunlight The wind Gently caressing Then moving on Swirling and dancing- A leaf falling To kiss the groundSummer Serenity
TimelessStanding with the quiet dignity ancient wisdom brings, The oak trees in the garden have seen so many Springs. In the glory of the Summer their cloak of green does glow, In the darkness of the winter, their nakedness won’t show. Standing stark against a frigid sky, they wait for Spring to come, For the blessing of a warming sun is known to every one.Timeless
A White Faced DollA white faced doll Her dress tattered and torn Emotions in turmoil But still she feels wornA White Faced Doll
The night has been painful So dreadfully long The only music playing A sad macabre song
She has been beaten Her spirit is broke But still she remembers The words that he spoke
Calling her trash She’s better off dead But still voices sing That sad song in her head
Slowly she stands up Shaking by the door Here he comes now While she begs, no more
He just keeps walking He won’t see her tears
And The Journey Continues....On the search for answers to So many questions of the heart and soul I found myself adrift on oceans blue Trying to find the right key to render me wholeAnd The Journey Continues....
An endless time passed by me and Never to be seen again, was lost Amongst the endlessly unstable sand Of time, of life, too dear the cost!
But as I gave up my side of the fight And allowed my soul to be carried on tide And breeze, I lost my eyes and gained my sight Realising finally that I did not need to hide
Hope and passion flooded through my veins Finally I was truly alive in every part &nb
Coming out of the box.Crawling out of the box. I saw her… Crawling out of the box.Coming out of the box.
I know she… Crawled out… I heard she… Crawled out… I saw she… Crawled out…
I’m walking home, on rhythmic feet, And come on, life wasn’t made for this… He’s already left watching…the heat, I still feel it, wrapping around my neck… All I can see is her body crawling through the box.
I’m drowning in my misery, alcoholic pain, And come on, life wasn’t made for this… He’s already sitting there… driven insane, I feel her hands stretching through… She’s getting t
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